...What in the world was going on?
'Should I run?'
The resident's limbs were long and spindly, its clothes comically short for its frame. Its head was bald, and it wore a crooked wig, as if just going through the motions.
After taking on Hai Luwei's face, it showed little interest in him. It just kept wiping Mai Mingle's face, stroke by stroke, without even glancing his way.
'If I run now, there's an eighty-percent chance I'll get away.'
'But... what about Mai Mingle?'
Her facial features, like stubborn but ultimately removable marker stains, gradually faded and vanished with each wipe.
Just moments ago, she was a person with a bright, gentle smile. Now, when he looked up again, all that remained on her face was a blank, slightly uneven canvas of flesh. Countless pores seemed to have taken over the function of her nostrils, pulling the skin up and down in a faint, rhythmic motion, as if she were breathing.
